CHAPTER 21

As soon as I could collect my scattered senses, I found myself

nearly suffocated, and grovelling in utter darkness among a

quantity of loose earth, which was also falling upon me heavily

in every direction, threatening to bury me entirely. Horribly

alarmed at this idea, I struggled to gain my feet, and at last

succeeded. I then remained motionless for some moments,

endeavouring to conceive what had happened to me, and where I

was. Presently I heard a deep groan just at my ear, and afterward

the smothered voice of Peters calling to me for aid in the name

of God. I scrambled one or two paces forward, when I fell

directly over the head and shoulders of my companion, who, I soon

discovered, was buried in a loose mass of earth as far as his

middle, and struggling desperately to free himself from the

pressure. I tore the dirt from around him with all the energy I

could command, and at length succeeded in getting him out.

As soon as we sufficiently recovered from our fright and surprise

to be capable of conversing rationally, we both came to the

conclusion that the walls of the fissure in which we had ventured

had, by some convulsion of nature, or probably from their own

weight, caved in overhead, and that we were consequently lost for

ever, being thus entombed alive. For a long time we gave up

supinely to the most intense agony and despair, such as cannot be

adequately imagined by those who have never been in a similar

position. I firmly believed that no incident ever occurring in

the course of human events is more adapted to inspire the

supremeness of mental and bodily distress than a case like our

own, of living inhumation. The blackness of darkness which

envelops the victim, the terrific oppression of lungs, the

stifling fumes from the damp earth, unite with the ghastly

considerations that we are beyond the remotest confines of hope,

and that such is the allotted portion of the dead, to carry into

the human heart a degree of appalling awe and horror not to be

tolerated—never to be conceived.

At length Peters proposed that we should endeavour to ascertain

precisely the extent of our calamity, and grope about our prison;

it being barely possible, he observed, that some opening might

yet be left us for escape. I caught eagerly at this hope, and,

arousing myself to exertion, attempted to force my way through

the loose earth. Hardly had I advanced a single step before a

glimmer of light became perceptible, enough to convince me that,

at all events, we should not immediately perish for want of air.

We now took some degree of heart, and encouraged each other to

hope for the best. Having scrambled over a bank of rubbish which

impeded our farther progress in the direction of the light, we

found less difficulty in advancing and also experienced some

relief from the excessive oppression of lungs which had tormented

us. Presently we were enabled to obtain a glimpse of the objects

around, and discovered that we were near the extremity of the

straight portion of the fissure, where it made a turn to the

left. A few struggles more, and we reached the bend, when to our

inexpressible joy, there appeared a long seam or crack extending

upward a vast distance, generally at an angle of about forty-five

degrees, although sometimes much more precipitous. We could not

see through the whole extent of this opening; but, as a good deal

of light came down it, we had little doubt of finding at the top

of it (if we could by any means reach the top) a clear passage

into the open air.

I now called to mind that three of us had entered the fissure

from the main gorge, and that our companion, Allen, was still

missing; we determined at once to retrace our steps and look for

him. After a long search, and much danger from the farther caving

in of the earth above us, Peters at length cried out to me that

he had hold of our companion’s foot, and that his whole body was

deeply buried beneath the rubbish beyond the possibility of

extricating him. I soon found that what he said was too true, and

that, of course, life had been long extinct. With sorrowful

hearts, therefore, we left the corpse to its fate, and again made

our way to the bend.

The breadth of the seam was barely sufficient to admit us, and,

after one or two ineffectual efforts at getting up, we began once

more to despair. I have before said that the chain of hills

through which ran the main gorge was composed of a species of

soft rock resembling soapstone. The sides of the cleft we were

now attempting to ascend were of the same material, and so

excessively slippery, being wet, that we could get but little

foothold upon them even in their least precipitous parts; in some

places, where the ascent was nearly perpendicular, the difficulty

was, of course, much aggravated; and, indeed, for some time we

thought insurmountable. We took courage, however, from despair,

and what, by dint of cutting steps in the soft stone with our

bowie knives, and swinging at the risk of our lives, to small

projecting points of a harder species of slaty rock which now and

then protruded from the general mass, we at length reached a

natural platform, from which was perceptible a patch of blue sky,

at the extremity of a thickly-wooded ravine. Looking back now,

with somewhat more leisure, at the passage through which we had

thus far proceeded, we clearly saw from the appearance of its

sides, that it was of late formation, and we concluded that the

concussion, whatever it was, which had so unexpectedly

overwhelmed us, had also, at the same moment, laid open this path

for escape. Being quite exhausted with exertion, and indeed, so

weak that we were scarcely able to stand or articulate, Peters

now proposed that we should endeavour to bring our companions to

the rescue by firing the pistols which still remained in our

girdles—the muskets as well as cutlasses had been lost among the

loose earth at the bottom of the chasm. Subsequent events proved

that, had we fired, we should have sorely repented it, but

luckily a half suspicion of foul play had by this time arisen in

my mind, and we forbore to let the savages know of our

whereabouts.

After having reposed for about an hour, we pushed on slowly up

the ravine, and had gone no great way before we heard a

succession of tremendous yells. At length we reached what might

be called the surface of the ground; for our path hitherto, since

leaving the platform, had lain beneath an archway of high rock

and foliage, at a vast distance overhead. With great caution we

stole to a narrow opening, through which we had a clear sight of

the surrounding country, when the whole dreadful secret of the

concussion broke upon us in one moment and at one view.

The spot from which we looked was not far from the summit of the

highest peak in the range of the soapstone hills. The gorge in

which our party of thirty-two had entered ran within fifty feet

to the left of us. But, for at least one hundred yards, the

channel or bed of this gorge was entirely filled up with the

chaotic ruins of more than a million tons of earth and stone that

had been artificially tumbled within it. The means by which the

vast mass had been precipitated were not more simple than

evident, for sure traces of the murderous work were yet

remaining. In several spots along the top of the eastern side of

the gorge (we were now on the western) might be seen stakes of

wood driven into the earth. In these spots the earth had not

given way, but throughout the whole extent of the face of the

precipice from which the mass had fallen, it was clear, from

marks left in the soil resembling those made by the drill of the

rock blaster, that stakes similar to those we saw standing had

been inserted, at not more than a yard apart, for the length of

perhaps three hundred feet, and ranging at about ten feet back

from the edge of the gulf. Strong cords of grape vine were

attached to the stakes still remaining on the hill, and it was

evident that such cords had also been attached to each of the

other stakes. I have already spoken of the singular

stratification of these soapstone hills; and the description just

given of the narrow and deep fissure through which we effected

our escape from inhumation will afford a further conception of

its nature. This was such that almost every natural convulsion

would be sure to split the soil into perpendicular layers or

ridges running parallel with one another, and a very moderate

exertion of art would be sufficient for effecting the same

purpose. Of this stratification the savages had availed

themselves to accomplish their treacherous ends. There can be no

doubt that, by the continuous line of stakes, a partial rupture

of the soil had been brought about probably to the depth of one

or two feet, when by means of a savage pulling at the end of each

of the cords (these cords being attached to the tops of the

stakes, and extending back from the edge of the cliff), a vast

leverage power was obtained, capable of hurling the whole face of

the hill, upon a given signal, into the bosom of the abyss below.

The fate of our poor companions was no longer a matter of

uncertainty. We alone had escaped from the tempest of that

overwhelming destruction. We were the only living white men upon

the island.

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